Zombie Chaos Book 2Highway to Hell by Daniel Martone & Laura Martone

Author:Daniel Martone & Laura Martone [Martone, Daniel & Martone, Laura]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-01-07T22:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER

9

“You know the part in scary movies when somebody does something really stupid, and everybody hates them for it? This is it.” - Trish, Jeepers Creepers (2001)

“Dere some folks trapped in da offices on da second floor,” Ray informed me.

We were lying precariously on a rooftop in downtown Gramercy, using two pairs of Ray’s night-vision binoculars to scope out the Sacred Heart of Jesus Catholic Church on East Main Street. Clare and I weren’t religious by nature; in fact, we were both atheists. Still, that had never stopped us from harboring a fascination for religious history and architecture. As Catholic churches went, though, this one wouldn’t have awed either of us.

An understated tan brick building, it sported narrow stained-glass windows, a porte-cochère, and a solitary steeple. At the moment, however, its most notable attribute was the fact that it appeared to be filled with and surrounded by zombies. Loads of them.

Climbing onto our current perch hadn’t been easy, but it would’ve been a lot tougher with hungry zombies in the vicinity. I’d been grateful for the lack of mindless carnivores nearby, but looking through the binoculars, I understood why that had been the case. It seemed as though most of the town’s former residents were trying to cram their way inside the church. Not for solace or salvation, but perhaps out of habit — or more likely because of the tasty morsels on the upper floor.

Through the binoculars, I could see several people milling about a darkened office — just as Ray had claimed. They weren’t stumbling around the room like zombies but pacing with nervous anticipation. Like humans in trouble.

“Uma an’ Eunice were working up dere when dis all happened,” Ray explained. “Deir husbands fought deir way into da church, but dey ran outta ammo… an’ been dere ever since. Dey managed to reach me on an old shortwave radio, an’ before you showed up, I was trying to figure out how to get to ‘em.”

Shifting the binoculars from the office to the parking lot beside the church, I realized the zombie horde was almost as huge as the one I’d faced at the French Quarter party house earlier in the day. Well, to be honest, I hadn’t faced them. I’d fled from them, along with a couple of stoners.

Now, hours later, my new pal Ray hoped I’d help him bust some of his neighbors out of a zombie-infested church. It was fucking suicidal, and we both knew it. If Ray hadn’t saved my ass, I doubted I would’ve agreed to assist him. As far as I was concerned, putting my life at risk equated to putting Clare’s life at risk, and I refused to fail the love of my life. At least more than I already had.

But, even though I’d hoped the favor Ray needed was less life-threatening, I certainly couldn’t turn down the man who’d saved my life, my cat, and my ride.

After Ray had repaired my radiator and mirror, he’d explained that he required my help in rescuing some friends from a nearby church.

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